The High Jacking (Angie Miller)

The High Jacking

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Chapter One:

"You know you should really lock your window." I said climbing into the room.



She turned onto her side, and looked at me through the darkness. "I'm sure you would find another way in."



I shut the window and locked it. I turned around. "I'm not so sure about that. I'm kind of afraid of your dad."

She moved over. I walked over and sat on the edge. "Oh really? Bad boy Liam afraid of a preacher?"



My eyes widened. "Do you know how dead I would be if he found out I slept here? He would kill me then revive me for Jon to kill all over again!"



She laughed quietly. "Yeah Jon is who you have to worry about!" She patted the bed." Come here."



I sighed, and took off my shoes. I swung my legs onto the bed and put my arm under my head. " How was your weekend? I'm sorry I couldn't get away."



She shrugged and turned her face towards me. I could make out her face in the darkness, especially her eyes. "I didn't get a lot of sleep. You?"

I sat up on my elbow and looked down at her. "Are the nightmares back?"

"Don't look so worried Liam, I'm fine." She turned her head.

I gently pushed her chin so she was looking at me again. "Ang, It's okay."

She sighed. "Yeah, it was just weird being by myself. My mind started wandering before I went to sleep."

"I'm sorry." I lied back down.

"Liam you can't blame yourself for everything." She rested her head on my chest.

"I can when it's my fault." I ran my fingers through her curly dark hair.

She looked up. "You should try therapy. It does help."

I smiled. "You're my therapist. I don't need to pay people when I have you."

"Yeah and what happens when we go off to college?" She started drawing patterns on my left wrist and hand with her pointer finger.

I wrapped my arm around her back. "We can't even spend a night away from each other. I don't want to think about that."

"Yeah I know." I rested my head on the top of hers. "I think my mom knows."

I moved to sit up. "What? Why?"

She pushed my chest back down, and rested her chin on my chest looking up at me. "Relax. If she knows I don't think she cares."

"Will she tell your dad? He already hates me!"

"He doesn't hate you. I don't think she will tell him."

I raised my eyebrows. "Pretty sure he hates me!"

She smiled and rested her cheek against my chest again. "He just doesn't know you."

"No one knows me." I sighed.

She looked up at me. "I know you."

I smiled and rested my forehead against hers. "Yeah you do."

Eleven Months Earlier

"All of you get on the ground now!" A deep voice yelled out to the crowded bus.

He had on a black ski mask with a gun in his hand. Within seconds the bus turned to chaos. Everyone was screaming and trying to get away.

We're on a bus, I don't know where they expected to hide. It's not like the seats turned into secret compartments. That, however, would come in handy right about now.

I sat in my seat with my arms crossed.

The masked man turned to me, the gun pointed straight at me. "Did you not hear me? I said on the ground!"

I smirked. "What are you going to do shoot me? Someone probably already called the cops and they are on their way. You didn't think this through did you?"

"Yeah, test the guy that is holding us hostage that's a good idea!" Said a guy curled on the floor.

I looked up. "There's what six bullets in that gun?" I looked around. "I count at least 17 people. Do you really want to go to jail for life?"

"Shut up you punk! Get on the ground. I'll only need one bullet to put between your eyes." He stepped closer to me.

I swallowed. Okay, maybe he would shoot me. I put my hands up. "Alright, alright." I slid onto the floor, and pulled my knees to my chest. "I still think your plan sucks."

I looked around and was on the receiving end of quite a few death glares. I rolled my eyes.

The masked man went up to the driver and held the gun to his temple. The bus suddenly stopped and I grabbed hold of the seat leg to keep from moving. The doors opened and a second masked man entered the bus.

Yeah there was no way I was challenging two. I don't have a death wish contrary to what you may think.

The second man met the first at the driver's seat. They were talking in hushed voices and everyone was straining to hear what they were saying. Well I was. Everyone else was balled up on the floor weeping.

They looked towards the back where I was sitting. They can talk about me all they want.

The new guy started making his way towards me. The first thing I noticed was that this guy was much bigger. He may not be the brains but he was definitely the brawn.

"Get up." He stood in front of me.

"Um, your friend over there just told me to sit down. I'm kind of confused." I squinted, pointing at the other man.

He pulled out a gun from the back of his pants. "I said get up!"

I slowly stood. This guy could crush me easily. He grabbed the hood of my sweater and put the gun to my head.

My heart rate quickened and my adrenaline starred pumping. Just don't do anything stupid Liam and you may survive this. Why couldn't I be a kung-fu master?

He pulled my hood forward and pushed the gun harder into my skull. "Walk."

I turned my head away from the gun. "You guys are very demanding. You know that?"

"Let's go, stop messing around." The smaller guy yelled at the bigger one.

"You think I'm messing around! Why'd you choose the smart-ass?" He yelled back.

"Hey! Smart-ass? That's harsh."

"Can I just shoot him?! He's getting on my nerves!"

The smaller man walked toward us and grabbed a hold of me. "No, I'll take him." He looked around. "Grab her!" He pointed the gun at the girl that was to my left. She was curled in a ball on the floor, much like everybody else.

The big guy let go of me and grabbed the girl, forcing her up. "Hey, she didn't do anything. You don't need two hostages!" They ignored me.

She was on her feet, with the big guys hand wrapped around her arm. I couldn't look at her.

I looked down. I didn't want anyone else to get hurt.

"Let's get out of here, now!" The guy pushed me forward, and off of the bus. There was a white van right outside the doors. Of course they're going to put me in a creepy van. The guy opened the door and grabbed a rope out. "Put your hands together."

I raised my eyebrows. "Are you serious? You really think I'm going to just let you tie me up, and kidnap me?"

"If you want to live, and if you want her to live you will." I glanced at her. She looked terrified. Yeah I guess that's how normal people would be in this situation, terrified.

I held my hands out, and clenched my jaw. He put the rope around me hands and tied it until there was no longer any. He grabbed another piece and started tying up the girl.

"Why do we need her anyway?" The big guy said.

"In case you decide to kill this one before we get what we want!" He looked at me and pushed me into the van.

"Hey now, no need to get rough!" I slid the side of the van.

"Please tell me we have duct tape!" The smaller guy said.

I looked around the dark van. "I don't see any sorry!"

He growled and threw the girl into the van.

She slid to the opposite wall and curled up.

The door slammed shut and everything was cased in darkness.

A/N-Hope you are intrigued! Thank you for reading! Remember to vote, tell me what you think and share! My twitter is @DreaminwithAng.